I've been the best audience member attending this girl's Story Time for about 4.5 years now. It only gets better and better every time. I love how animated she has always been, and how the stories are starting to make sense to me now. But it makes me a little sad that the stories are starting to make sense to me now.
I love that the television is on, but she would rather read the book. I love that she engages me in every turn of the page. I love that she has learned this from me. It makes me feel as if I've given her the tiniest of treasures with which she can tuck herself away in a corner and lose herself for hours in its shiny magic.
I love these pieces of time that we cut out for ourselves to paste into the backs of our minds. One day one of them will come loose, and I can only hope she will smile when she remembers me and how much I loved her reading of "Fish is Fish".